☆ symphony harris has just graduated after two years at a university her parents chose for her. feeling annoyed with her parents' suffocating nature and controlling attitudes, she searches for a job, determined to live her own life free of all press...
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feeling accomplished with what i've done for dakota and lillian's wedding, i walk into work monday morning coffee in hand and a smile on my face.
today i will either have my value to this company validated or i will be free from ever having to see vivian or get up at five in the morning ever again. so either way it's a win.
"good morning." i smile obnoxiously bright at vivian as i set her coffee down on her desk.
she gives me a glare, "mr. ward wants to see you in his office."
"wonderful." i grin, closing the door before walking down the hall to his office, knocking on the wood. entering the room, i find him standing by the filing cabinets, flipping through the newly organized files. i figured a new system that's better than simple alphabetical. it's organized alphabetically, by company, and by valued clients. i don't know how i found the time to do it in the midst of all those stupid comparison sheets but i did and here we are.
"good morning." i speak with a smile, setting his coffee in its usual spot. this time i chose a pumpkin spice latte because i'm feeling extra salty and the thought of the ceo of a multi million dollar company drinking the most basic beverage of the season made me feel a little bit of satisfaction.
he turns towards my voice, shutting the file and placing it back in its place. "miss harris." my brow raises when he actually greets me.
"vivian said you wanted to see me?" i say, folding my hands in front of me, doing my best not to feel nervous.
the young man looks at me with almost a thoughtful expression, "when did you find the time to reorganize these?" he points to the cabinets.
my brows furrow, confusion washing over my mind. "last week when i wrote up those comparisons, sir."
"so you finished those comparisons by friday?" his brows raise, his face straight and unreadable.
"yes." i reply, feeling unsure of where this conversation is going.
"as well as doing the finishing details for the gala?" he continues to question me, leaning against his desk, facing me as i stand by the door, ready to sprint down the hall and cry if i'm let go.
"yes." i answer again, "forgive me but why are you asking me these questions? it's my job to do this stuff, right?"
mr. ward regards me with another thoughtful expression, his chocolate brown eyes swirling with a mindful gaze. "do you know why the assistants before you were fired?" he suddenly inquires.
